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It took a little longer than Raylmar expected, but all of Isamu's broken ribs have been healed perfectly. His ravens opened their eyes and all looked at Raylmar. He smiled and snapped his fingers twice. "Dismissed." He said, and with that the ravens vanished, leaving only his pure black one that was on his shoulder.

"Impressive," was all Nick said, an eyebrow raised slightly. "That's new."

Raylmar chuckled. "For you it is, for me this is the usual when it comes to fixing broken bones. You see, I'm not exactly from here. Far from this place, in fact."

"Can we talk later? I don't mean to be rude but... I really wan't to go home now..." Isamu said quietly. He looked really depressed, most likely because he was exhausted both mentaly and physicaly.

Lark gave his brother a sympathetic smile, then turned his attention to everyone else. "Thank you all so much. I would like to repay you for your help. How about you all come back to the castle with us for a good nights rest?"

Raylmar nodded then stood up. "Of course." He said, and held out a hand toward Isamu.

"Sleep is good," he mumbled, stretching. "Is everything under control at the dock? I can go lop some heads if you need me to."

Isamu grabbed Raylmar's hand and carefully stood. He had to lean against a tree with his good arm for a moment. "Ugh..." He exclaimed as his legs trembled, he could still barely feel them at all. He turned and stumbled his way over to Lark's horse and leaned against it.

"That'll be nice." Raylmar said, grinning, then looked over at Isamu and wondered if he was alright.

"The fires have been put out and the pirates left a little while ago..." lark replied as he helped Isamu mount the horse. Lark grabbed the reins and turned the animal, "Okay everyone, ready to go?"

Raylmar nodded.

"Oh," he mumbled, slightly disappointed. "Yeah, let's blow this joint."

Lark lead them all back to the castle. It took them a good 10-15 minutes to get there, and by the time they made it to the front door Isamu was slouched onto the horse's neck. Lark stopped the horse and very carefully lifted his brother down. He then nodded for Nick, Raylmar, and Zofella (Im assuming she followed) to follow him into the castle.

Once inside he went right up to Isamu's room, instead of the infirmary. He knew very well that his brother was petrified of hospitals and putting him in one would do more harm than good. Lark laid him on his bed and pulled a blanket up to his chest. "Could you guys please stay with him while I go and get help?"

"Of course." Raylmar said as he looked around the large room.

Nick nodded silently, unsheathing his sword and twirling it in his hand as he waited for Lark to come back, the katana ringing softly as it cut through the air in its lazy arc.

Raylmar watched him twirl his sword in the air. "Do you always carry that sword around?" He asked him.

Isamu's room was pretty large. His favorite thing in it was the portrait of his daughter that his parents had gotten him a little while after she was born.

Hearing the ringing, he opened his eyes and watched Nick.

"Wherever I go," he replied in answer to Raylmar's question. "This sword is my only weapon and only friend on the road."

"Hm. Well that's interesting. I actually have a lot of weapons, but I mainly only use a couple." Raylmar said, observing his sword. He'd never seen a sword that looked like that before.

"This is what keeps me alive," he said simply, bringing the sword to a halt and studying the blade. "Been in my family for a while."